Florence High School - Husky La Bran Yearbook (Florence, CO)

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Class History 22 On the seventh day of September of 1918 we wandered to the High School building. On nearing the main entrance, a cold chill ran through us. realizing that we were to be the laughing stock of that term. The dead line was drawn, some of the boys passed this line, so they were given the annual bath in the irrigating ditch. Some of the upper classmen were given a short vacation for violating the laws. During the Freshman year we were given a long vacation while the “Flu' was raging. There were very few activities although we had a few track meetings. Military training was the main object and many of our boys learned to march. There was much rejoicing when the second year began because we were no longer looked upon as being green, but we were given the pleasure of looking upon the new enrolled greenies. Our Sophomore year was more quiet although we had many parties and picnics. One of the main events was to look at the new faculty. This term Mr. Morrow was introduced. We looked upon our Junior year as one being more eventful. The first thought that came to us was concerning the wonderful new High school building, which was given to us that year. We were delighted at the thought that we were to move into the building the first day of December, but were sadly disappointed when Superintendent Eskridge announced that some of the plastering had fallen and we were compelled to wait long and patiently for two months more. The final day came when each of us were asked to take our books in arm and move them into the said building. The dedication of the new building was the first big event of the year. The next step of interest was the Junior-Senior Prom. Our Senior year is shortened by realizing the fact that it is our last year in Florence High school, and we have to move on, making room for other pupils. We have certainly appreciated the leadership of the other members of the school. Our class is the first to graduate from the new building, that is completing the full year. The course of our four years has been saddened by the death of our former Domestic Science and Music teacher. Miss Ruth Allen, also former Superintendent Young.

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Senior Class Prophecy Continued Following this, the clouds became a jumbled mass and for some moments I could make out nothing. Gradually the form of a husky, bewhiskered man, standing on a stump, became visible, in a gutteral voice he was telling a small group of listeners just why Debbs was a martyr of freedom. Then the truth dawned upon me. My old pal, Roger Sweet had let his whiskers grow and joined the Socialist party. The scene shifted and I saw him groaning and gnashing his teeth because of his exile in Russia. Next I was given a view of a full page ad in the Denver Post. In it were the pictures of a man and woman whom I recognized as Walter Martin and Lucille Jack. Inscribed in glaring headlines was the following: Greatest living dancing instructors, Mr. and Mrs- Walter Martin—specialists on the Snail Sneak and Kangaroo Twist—prices reasonable—cash in advance. Next I saw coming down the alley of a large city, the well known form of James Vegher. He was driving an old delapidated wagon which bore the name of a prominent junk company. As he drove along he kept shouting, “I buy rags, bottles and bones.” Katherine Cologne was the proprietor of an elegant beauty parlor on Broadway. Her customers include some of the most prominent people of the world, including the well remembered Jennie Watson. She has stepped into the shoes left vacant by the peerless Mary Garden, whose style she emulates. At this point the visions closed but I was filled with a desire to know what had become of our teachers. Therefore, I questioned the God, trying to appear as solemn as a judge. Immediately there was flashed upon the screen this simple phrase, “They have gone to their reward.” As I slowly descended the staircase I recalled their traits and I could only express this desire, “May their souls rest in peace.” —MAURICE MILNER and ROGER SWEET.

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The Senior Poem Have you Seniors stopped to realize We are leaving classmates true; The school mates who for the past four Years, have meant so much to you? Doesn’t it sort of touch your heart When you stop to think; When as a chain w© will meet again Without a missing link? It makes us feel we are leaving friends Who to us are very dear. And when we think that we must part We cannot help but shed a tear. We have fought and worked together And now we have to go. But school for us has been a pleasure Through the trifles and the woe. Our school mates all look up to us And think what we hav© done But 'til Seniors they won’t realize TV at we haven’t yet begun. They will try their best to fill our place And come out with a grin. And if they work as we have worked They cannot help but win. So let them follow in our steps— May we lead them the right way And some day we’ll be proud that We were leaders of our day. So if we go on to college. And this we ought to do. Why they will follow in our footsteps And go to college too. And when we go out into the world To fight it for our own. Just remember we are leaders. And do not sit and groan. Now listen my dear classmates One thing more before we part. Don’t forget old F. H. S. for she Has given us our start. So it’s up to us to go from here And fight our battles through And if we fight with all our might That’s all that we can do. —WALTER MARTIN.